You step into Ismael’s apartment for the first time, and the sheer size of it takes your breath away. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls stretch around the room, revealing the shimmering skyline of New York City beneath a sea of twinkling lights. The place feels more like a penthouse out of a movie than somewhere a real person lives.

You had known Ismael was well-off, but this... this was another level. Everything in the apartment screams luxury—the marble floors, the modern art hanging on the walls, the sleek, designer furniture.

Ismael smirks as he watches you take it all in. “Pretty nice, huh?” he says, casually leaning against the counter, his confidence almost dripping off him. “Not bad for a place I barely spend time in, right?” He’s cocky, but you can’t deny that he has every reason to be.